theallusivecoyote

 The frost clung to the window of my hospital room. The late afternoon, nighttime sky was dotted with tiny white specks we as children came to know as the stars. Rainbow lights peeked over the edge and set any darkened reaches of the room a glow in a cheerful embrace. I was looking out the window, to the Detroit River that lie motionless beneath its thin blanket of ice; beautiful. I sat there, feeling content with God and with life as I clung to the last moments of it on this Christmas night. I closed my eyes and began to pray, near pleading for acceptance. “sorry.” I whisper “I’m sorry.” A knock breaks the s

You are always good at pointing out my mistakes Point out my old clothes Telling me  I am always being evil and negative Yes... You are good at many things And for an example, to keep track of your clothes your money Your trips And my appointments Yes... You are great at a lot You can trash me Lie to my face Take my freedom Hurt me Without even being able to see it with your own eyes Yes... You can so much You are for an example emotionally blind Never use the word sorry Never had the need to There is nothing to apoligize for I on the other hand Only Criticize Only Nag Only Demean Never smiles Is not credible en